|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Frances Janes Van Alstyne Crosby. (1820 ?)|
| Give, said the little stream,|
Give, oh give, give, oh give,
As it hurried down the hill.
I am small, I know, but wherever I go
The fields grow greener still.
| Give, said the little Stream.|
|George John Whyte-Melville. (18211878)|
| When you sleep in your cloak there s no lodging to pay.|
| Boots and Saddles.|
| For everything created|
In the bounds of earth and sky
Has such longing to be mated,
It must couple or must die.
| Like to Like.|
| Ah, better to love in the lowliest cot|
Than pine in a palace alone.
|Frederick Locker-Lampson. (18211895)|
| And this was your Cradle? Why, surely, my Jenny,|
Such cozy dimensions go clearly to show
You were an exceedingly small pickaninny,
Some nineteen or twenty short summers ago.
| The old Cradle.|
| Vanitas vanitatum has rung in the ears|
Of gentle and simple for thousands of years;
The wail still is heard, yet its notes never scare
Either simple or gentle from Vanity Fair.
| Vanity Fair.|